His Time

April 8, 2011
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He staggers into the open room
In the corner of the room there is a broom
His thoughts and feelings begin to turn into purple images
His mind begins to wander into a scrimmage
He can’t fight the visions he is seeing
They question what he was believing
He notices the wooden cross hung above the chest
He got on his knees, and prayed for the best
He prayed for forgiveness for his sins
The black cat walks by, he hears the sounds of violins
The bright white light catches the corner of his eye
He realized it was his time to take the big adventure in the sky

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